Where's the frontier between sounds & words? 

 (Bwom; hzzzzwww 'mpa, 'mpa, 'mpa, 'mpa, 
 'mpa'm plon-plon-plon-plen-plan-plin-plon 
 'mpo do jido-jido 
 Ah, ah-ah- ah, Ah-ah 
 Ah, plon-plen-plan-plin plon 
 ... Em-po do do-do-do-do) 

 Cliché! 
 The critical eyes of expert gaze 
 Touche to Sheilas quackin' out of expurgate 
 Santé, I quell like I exasperate 

 Honey, I'm at poise 
 Get out of the room 
 Mm... baby, out of the room 
 Where's your Roly Poly for' 

 Esay-Bolderdash! 
 Easy-Bolderdash! 

 Lose me not; I always write a song of a gun! 
 I'm sorry but I have to be alive... 

 supersonic BOOM you hear now 
 superstatic tune from me now 

 I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright" 
 ow ow ow ow ow ow! 

 One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow 
 Some can say I'm much too freakish 
 You don't want me inside your head now 
 Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me 

 It would be nice to get out of your womb 
 Savouring some peace it would be nice 
 It would be nice to get out of your womb 
 Savouring some peace it would be... 
 So nice! 

 High 5 
 My alter-ego terminates 
 Cheerio to all the hocus-pocus that I execrate 
 Oh no, it has never been easy 

 Esay-Bolderdash! 
 Easy-Bolderdash! 

 Lose me not; I always write a song of a gun! 
 I'm sorry but I have to be alive... 

 supersonic BOOM you hear now 
 superstatic tune from me now 

 I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright" 
 ow ow ow ow ow ow! 

 One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow 
 Some can say I'm much too freakish 
 You don't want me inside your head now 
 Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me 

 It would be nice to get out of your womb 
 Savouring some peace it would be nice 
 It would be nice to get out of your womb 
 Savouring some peace it would be... 
 So nice! 

 I liked it my way 
 I like it my way 
 I think Valensia has fallen 

 supersonic BOOM you hear now 
 superstatic tune from me now 

 I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright" 
 ow ow ow ow ow ow! 

 One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow 
 Some can say I'm much too freakish 
 You don't want me inside your head now 
 Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me 

 It would be nice to get out of your womb 
 Savouring some peace it would be nice 
 It would be nice to get out of your womb 
 Savouring some peace it would be nice 
 It would be nice to get out of your womb 
 Savouring some peace it would be... 
 So nice! 

 It would be nice! 
 Toot-toot, Boing-boing 

 (When did the Poetry became Aenigmas which you can't decode 
 What I'm about to tell you is between you, me and the lamp-post 
 I've been used and abused inside and out 
 And there was nothing I could do or say 
 Look at the words flowing out of my Pencil 
 To pinpoint the Figurehead of this Charade 
 Mayte's word # 100)